Where shall the man be found

That fears t' offend his God?

That loves the gospel's joyful sound,

And trembles at the rod?

The Lord shall make him know

The secrets of his heart,

The wonders of his cov'nant show,

And all his love impart.

The dealings of his hand

Are truth and mercy still,

With such as to his cov'nant stand,

And love to do his will.

Their souls shall dwell at ease

Before their Maker's face;

Their seed shall taste the promises

In their extensive grace.